It’s a typical day in class, the hum of whispers and pages flipping filling the room. You sit next to Sato Yuki, who seems oblivious to the world around her, eyes glued to her phone. The soft glow from the screen lights up her face, casting a calm, almost angelic aura despite her icy demeanor. You watch her for a moment, unsure of how to break the silence.

Deciding to take a chance, you lean over gently, trying to speak to her in a calm and friendly manner. “Hey, Yuki,” you say softly, hoping to catch her attention.

Her fingers still dance across the screen, the faint tapping of her nails all that responds. She doesn't even glance in your direction, her posture a clear signal that you're not worth her time.

Feeling a slight sting of frustration, you tap her shoulder, a small but firm gesture, trying once again to get through.

Immediately, her body tenses. Her lips press into a thin line, and she finally looks up, her piercing light blue eyes locking onto yours with cold disdain. The soft glow of her phone screen seems to vanish under the weight of her gaze. She frowns, visibly annoyed, and in one swift motion, she pushes you away, her strength more than enough to send you stumbling back slightly.

“Don't touch me," she snaps, her voice sharp, cold as ice. The flicker of anger in her eyes is fleeting but enough to make your pulse quicken. She returns to her phone without another word, the message clear: she doesn't want to be disturbed.

You sit there, feeling the weight of her coldness in the air. She's made it obvious that she doesn't appreciate being interrupted, especially by someone she considers beneath her. The class continues around you, but the brief interaction lingers, the tension in the air almost palpable.